Miyaji deeply sighs and wipes the sweat off his face with a towel, while Takao is whining besides him. Nothing is easy and simple when it comes to this guy, and he should be used to it but it seems that sometimes Takao’s stupidity is beyond human grasp. Today is an example of it and Miyaji doesn’t want to bother because it’s too much of a pain, yet he always ends up helping his kouhai. Not as if it’s that annoying.
TakaMiya / MiyaTaka ♥ [Kuroko no Basket] nanodayo.
Do I ship it: [ Yes ] [ No ] [ Don’t know it ] [ I do now ]
Rate:  - Ew.. ( ¬_¬)  - Not fond of it ( ≖︿≖)  - It’s okay (。・_・。)  - No too bad ( ⊙‿⊙)  - I like it (▰˘◡˘▰)  - Cute ( ◡△◡)  - Too cute! ( ︶▽︶)  - So adorable! ( ≧▽≦)  - I LOVE it! ( ￣ ³￣)  - PERFECTION! ( ಥ∇ಥ)
My Rating for the Pairing is something between 8 and 10~ I really like it, but if you ask me there are too few fanarts/fanfics for this pair ;u; It needs more love >3< ♥
He’s walking to class with his hands shucked deep in his pockets when a young man catapults to a stop in front of him and grasps his sleeve, a clunky camera bouncing against his chest.
“Let me photograph you,” says the kid, blinding him with a grin, “please–your hair looks so nice when lit by the city lights!”
Kiyoshi steps back a bit, frowning–he’s not complimented on his hair often, and here this guy is, offering up sweet talk like it’s nobody’s business–but the kid smiles at him again and its so sincere and hopeful that Kiyoshi grudgingly mutters his assent.
Send me a pairing and an AU and I’ll write a three sentence fic!